My Guardian Angles Poem by Dannielle Bratt

The same day that summer came
It left
Like an airplane over head
There for a second and then gone

It was warm
Then dark and cold with these words
Your mom and me are getting separated.

The clouds rolled in
And the sun was gone.
I thought it would never return
Until aunt Melissa and aunt Lindsey came to the rescue

They talk to me and gave me hope
They are my guardian angel sent to me
By my grandma Bratt

At the camp
Where her malarial fund bought the kayaks
And where my uncle got married the summer before

They brought the summer back
So much that it will never leave
They are my guardian angles
Sent to help and protect me.